The blood coursing through my veins is boiling
My face is starting to burn
I'm coming down with a fever
To fight off the germs
Yes, those relentless ones who haunt me
Whose nameless presence reshapes and churns
Where the flames of wrath reside
Within the belly of the Wyrm
But I don't even care if they say
A storm is headed up my way
It doesn't matter the weather outside
It's still raining in here
The jewelry box in which you keep your heart
Has sprung a leak and now in come the tears
Stinging your wounds as they precipitate
Leaving you defeated beneath
You feel yourself sinking lower
And in your weakness take it out on me
But in your pushing away of everyone
You grow to hate who you've become
As manifest the shades corrupting minds
Seek the shelter that we may find
In garments tattered, we shall march on
Until met with the sunbeams at dawn
The Hero lights up his cigarette
As he waits for the moment
It burns up between his fingers as a fever would
To stop the spread of an ailment
He stomps it into the ground
Among the embers and ash it blends
Now ready to face his enemy
He stumbles off into the Dragon's den
Reckless with his ability to survive
For only in danger does he feel so alive
As manifest the shades corrupting minds
Seek the shelter that we may find
In garments tattered, we shall march on
Until met with the sunbeams at dawn
And when the warm rays do kiss our skin
They will cleanse our being from deep within
All of us will stand strong in time
If only we let the warmth melt away the rime